This observance starts today, the date that Mexico won its independence (not to be confused with Cinco de Mayo, the Battle of Pueblo).
That’s enough of a history lesson, let’s get to the sex! I don’t have a type when it comes to men. But I definitely do when discussing women. I’m attracted to olive-skinned, dark-haired and eyed, big bottomed women.
Take the actress/model pictured in the blue dress above (I’d like to). I don’t know her name, though I’ve seen her in several televised roles. Her looks melt me; I’d like to melt right along side of her.
This senorita’s picture stopped me. I love the directness of her eyes, hope that her aeriolas on her nipples are just as large, as hard and pointed as that gaze. I hope her bottom half is as voluptuous as her curvaceous top. I’d love to spank her; I’d love to be spanked by her.
Here’s another beauty with challenging eyes. Her facial cheeks are kissed by the sun; I want to kiss her bottom’s cheeks with spanks. She knows that she’s hot; I want to make her burst into flames!
This lovely lass captures my attention just as well, with her bed-head of tossled hair, her unblemished, tanned tush. She gives meaning to the term, “spitfire.” Her arrogance makes her look as though she could actually spit flames, burn you with a glance or a single word. It would destroy me if she uttered, “Go.” It would give meaning to my life if, on the other hand, she said things like, “Kneel.” “Lick.” “Bend.” “Submit…”
This girl is younger, seems less experienced, less imperious. She brings out my dominant side. If the other pictured women make me tremble a bit, this beauty makes me vibrate, hum like a tuning fork, resonate…
Do these women do anything for you? Do you have a type? Tell us about it in the comments, please.